Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1887-07-26

after making ali allowances for detcn
tons and unfavorable winds, no should
have returned week ago. The APP
pearance of the bark was familiar &c
her, and often she came thus TO tho
door and scanned the ocean beyond the
cape, hoping to be gladdened by the
sight of the home-returningN Nellie. Her
daughter went daily to the post-oflice
she had gone there now, and Mrs. Will
lis paused at the door and waited, as
she saw her slowly approaching.
"Sho has no letter." thought tho
wife, with sigh. "She does not walk
FAST
A group of battered and superanu-
lated sailors, who loved to come up here
and take observations of the bay from
n neighboring sand-hill while smoking
their pipes, observed Mrs. Willis at the
door and Helen coming back from the
town.
Them folks are gethn' anxious"
one observed.
"Bout the bark?"
There was grunt of assent.
"Well, they needn't. A week or
two weeks over time amt nothing on
a v'y'ge to the gulf"
The oracle of the party. an old, one
eyed fellow. whose face looked like u
thickly-knotted section of oak-bark.
pulled vigorously for a moment, and
then announced, in mysterious way:
al don't agree with them as says
there needn't be no fear for the Nellie
Willis. Not the pleasant young woman
comm up the street yonder=God
bless her bright eyes!-but her name
sake that we saw round the point there
SO finely in August. don't say much,
but / think good deal; aud says to
myself that time, says L: Goodbye to
Aaron Willis and his ship, "
A profound silence followed this re-
mark. No one was ever presumptuous
enough to ask the oracle the reasons
for his opinions; but all knew that he
would not fail to state them as soon as
they had made a sufficient impression.
II says to Aaron himself" he con-
tinued. in a moment, 1.-THE day before
he sailed = says l; Captain Aaron,
you're bold man to go to sea now,
with all the spooks of old buccaneer
Lobdell and his crew going along with
you.
80 says he, with laugh-and 1
tell ye, it makes me SILVER to hear any
man laugh at spookl-says he:
there's enough of 'em roamin' ronnd
the old garrett and down cellar, I'm
afraid, but they'll never follow me,
They'll stay right there. Fact is, l
have notion that the old freebooters
got so in love while they were alive.
that they can't quit it now, and lie
quiet in their graves, as good Christian
corpses orter. "
Ibid he say that's" one of the awe
struck crowd asked.
"Aye, he did! I'd never had chance
10 talk with him so free before that,
about the awful bad name the old |
place has got But he told mo all |
about it."
"What was it, Uncle Peterlr half-a-
lozen eagerly asked.
The old man shook his head with |
IN air and an aspect of superhuman
wisdom,
80, l don't say what he told me. l
lint one o. your talkin' kind. Only I
10 say that the things he told me was
worse'n any thing we ever thought
about the place"
"What was it like, uncle?''
"Woll, l say think too much OF
Mis- Willis and her pretty da'ter, to
put afloat any more stories about that |
house. I've known Cap'in Willis nigh |
On thirty year, and sailed with him
when some Of you didn't know bin
lacle from bow-anchor. He's sail
IL through and through, but dre'ful
queer in some of his shore-ways He
Knows, reckon, what for he keeps his
IN such q spook-rookery
IS that-or near to it don't find no
ault; but do know that Peter Null
ms wouldn't pass one night under
hat roof for the worth of all the freight
lnder the matches of that big three
Master out there in the bay"
But you might just hint wha. he
,aid"
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